Stiles.

Nogitsune.

Lydia.

Run.

That's all I could keep my mind on as I sprinted down the school hallway and out of the locker room doors, trying to get away as fast as I possibly could. Nothing scared me more than the fact that Stiles was out to kill me and that he released the one thing in this world that scared me the most. I knew that if I didn't run like hell, I would be right back where I started right before I had died.

It wasn't like I knew that I deserved this; I knew that this was all my fault and that Stiles didn't deserve to be the one to kill me again. The only reason I was running down this hallway right now was for Lydia and for him; plus for everyone else I cared about. Running meant getting away from the nogitsune, preventing Stiles from killing me and himself along with it, and the chance to go back and save Lydia. I had no idea why she got brought into this chaos, but I knew one thing for sure: she'll get out of this okay.

When I turned the corner where the doors were, I almost forgot what Stiles had told me a few moments ago. He said something about bombs being rigged up when I walked in...but he couldn't be telling the truth, right? I didn't think so until I peered through the glass and saw a little black box sitting there with a beeping red light. I guess he wasn't lying.

I can hear my heart racing in my ears as I try to think, but I couldn't. This all happened too fast and no way in hell was I prepared to deal with it. I convinced myself for the past couple of weeks that I was ready, that I could find a way to stop this, but time had run out, and I didn't have an answer.

"Sarah?" I hear Stiles' voice echo down the halls, but I couldn't tell which direction it was coming from. "Where are you?"

I swallow the lump in my throat before I turn to the closest classroom, going inside and locking the door. My hands tremble as I back away from the door slowly, closing my eyes for a moment to think. I could call someone to come and help, but Scott was missing along with Kira, which would only leave Malia, Liam, Derek or...my mother. I didn't want to drag any of them into this, especially since this was my business, but maybe I didn't have any other choice.

A voice tells me to block the door up in the back of my head, which brings me back to survival mode. I quickly push a table in front of it, and it wasn't until then that I realized how much of my strength was gone. It made sense, since Stiles was supposedly "taking" my abilities in order to "restore balance". God, I hate mother nature.

With the remaining hearing ability I had left, I listened closely outside the room to figure out where Stiles was, but when I listened in, I heard that he was deathly close to almost being right outside the door. I tried to put as much distance between me and the door as possible, but I still felt vulnerable.

"Stiles!" I scream, knowing that he was listening. "This isn't you, you know that! Please...just remember who you really are."

All I can hear is my breathing for a moment as I listen closely for a reply, but there was nothing. My finger nails dig into the palm of my hands, growing more anxious by the second. Whatever he was planning, I wanted him to get on with it. I hated playing games.

Suddenly, there's a loud bang on the door that makes me jump out of my skin. I get a grip on myself before I peak through the window, not seeing Stiles. Instead, it was Lydia, desperate for me to open the door.

My feet work fast as I run to the door shoving the table to the side as she busts through it, stumbling and out of breath. I quickly replace the table back in front of the door as she puts her hands on her knees, trying to catch her breath.

"Are you okay?" I ask, hands trembling.

She glances up at me, her eyes looking different. "Yes, but can you explain to me what in the hell is going on?"

"It's the connection," I breathe, my spit thickening. "He has to kill me before all of this is over. God, Lydia, I wasn't prepared for this-"

"You don't have a solution to stop it?" she says, finally standing up straight, still out of breath slightly.

I lick my lips slowly. "I have nothing...we can't get out either because he rigged bombs on the door."

Lydia looks at the window. "Well, we can't just stay in here. He'll find us."

"What else do you suggest?" I sort of snap, not meaning to. I didn't want to be rude, but too much was on my mind right now and I could hardly think straight. 

Lydia looks around the room before her eyes land back on the door. "What about the emergency exit stairs?"

"We have emergency exit stairs?"

She sighs as she rolls her eyes slightly, such a Lydia movement that I was used to it. "Yes; we have to go all of the way across the school though."

"Of course," I run my fingers through my hair, the eerie silence outside the door disturbing me. 

Lydia leans up against one of the other tables. "We could make it; we have to."

I stare at the door. "What if he gets us first? We don't even have weapons-"

"You're literally made out of fire!" Lydia squeals at me. "You don't need a weapon."

My temper was rising. "Maybe, but he's stealing that power from me as we speak. That's how he's supposed to kill me; by using my own powers against me."

Lydia stares at me and blinks. "Okay, maybe we need a few weapons then."

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and thus is the end of what I have written so long ago. do Sarah and Stiles make it out alive? I guess we'll never know...

feel free to leave comments on what you think happens, or ask questions if you have any. i'm sorry once again for discontinuing this story, but I had to repost it because it's one of the first ones I wrote, and I missed reading the comments and whatnot. 

see you guys around!